Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
John Cale,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
MC5,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.